Freecell

The purpose of the game is to end up alone.

It's easier to blame this on a paralyzing past
It's easier not to say anything.
It's easier to fall in love with everyone you meet

It's easier not to be here
It's easier to self-sabotage
And watch it all fall down.

The purpose of the game is to lose.

It's easier to write a poem.
It's easier to talk it out and keep avoiding
It's easier to find another way to procrastinate my life.

It's easier to not engage.
It's easier to passively let loneliness lead
To self-pity.

Self-pity makes you feel glorious
For ending up alone.

It's easier to let your failures control you.
They told you it was okay to be afraid.
They taught you to be afraid.
And now you are.
Oh, now you are.
It's easier to second-guess everything.

Sitting in this freecell, fourth floor apartment
Door locks inside
Writer's block
I am an avoidance.
I am a monster.
The longer I stay in the shadows
The longer I stay in the shadows.

This is another hand dealt of a game you can only lose
Because you will always win alone.